Chapter 214 Deep in Memory
"You only have one chance. If you answer wrong or refuse to answer my question, I will kill you."
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"I just hid on their way home from get off work and knocked them unconscious while no one was around. Then I borrowed a truck and came over... Don't worry, no one noticed them on the way."
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"...Xiao Zhuo, let me ask you something."
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"Use? No, this is called 'cooperation'..."
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Familiar scenes flashed before the eyes of the man in red. Those people or things he had met before were constantly pushed back with the flickering of light and shadow, as if he was watching a movie that belonged to his life.
The man in red glanced around, subconsciously took steps towards the depths of the memory vortex.
"It's not here...it needs to be further ahead."
he muttered.
As he continued to go deep into his memory, more pictures emerged... He saw himself wearing the mask of "Lin Yan", fighting to the death with Jian Changsheng; he saw himself standing in the empty space In the warehouse, a crazy one-man show was performed to the hooded Wen Shilin; he saw himself standing at the front of the train under the spotlight, being burned to ashes in the fire and playing cards...
He is like an audience watching his own life.
At this moment, he felt that his steps suddenly felt heavy, as if something was dragging him behind.
He suddenly looked back and saw that in the whirlpool of circulating memories, pitch-black palms seemed to stretch out from nothingness and began to tear apart the memory fragments behind him. At the same time, another wave of palms grabbed directly at his Behind the opera robe, behind that palm, a pair of scarlet eyes were crowded together, full of anger and madness!
The audience is preventing him from looking back at his memories!
Seeing this scene, the man in red's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that these spectators could intervene in his search for his soul. He quickened his pace without hesitation, trying to break away from the hands grabbing him and go to memory. Rush into the depths!
"I don't know why Aurora City said you were a heretic, and I don't know why they had to kill you... After this shot, you were dead. You died on the battlefield fighting the disaster."
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"Light the torch, and they will come."
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"In the name of the Final Thief God [King of Silver]... you will all die here."
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The light and shadow of memory quickly retreated in front of his eyes. He seemed to have passed through the blazing station again, and smelled the fragrance of the meat feast. He stood on the corpses hidden all over the field in ancient military affairs, and greeted his own death with a dagger;
Not enough... still not enough! !
His speed was getting slower and slower, and the bright red opera robe seemed to be stretched to the extreme. He gritted his teeth, took off the entire dress, and ran forward as fast as he could;
The big red opera robe was instantly swallowed up by countless black palms, but it did not slow them down at all. They had torn away all the white smoke that passed by. Those palms surged in like waves, and some of them had even climbed onto his arm. Body.
"What is there in the depths of my memory?! What makes you try so hard to stop me?!"
Click——!
He moved his body with difficulty under the control of his palms, his furious voice mixed with the rolling thunder!
The soles of his feet stepped onto the deserted street full of stagnant water, causing fine splashes of water. The majestic rain poured down on his body, and the bone-chilling coldness was like invisible steel needles piercing his body... The water vapor in front of his eyes Misty, blurry.
He went back to that rainy night, the rainy night when he first had memories.
His body had never been so heavy, as if it was carrying thousands of heavy souls. Even taking a step was extremely difficult...Dense black palms silently came out from behind, covering his body lightly, His face... looked like a devil from the abyss, covering his desperate and struggling eyes bit by bit.
In his field of vision, this street on a rainy night extended to the dark end... There was a place that his memory had never touched.
"Get out of here!!!"
His body was gradually submerged by the black palms. Even so, he was still struggling crazily. The half-covered pupil stared at the darkness ahead, which would be the final truth he was pursuing.
The sole of the foot that was hovering in mid-air suddenly fell down!
Snapped--! !
Puddles of water splashed, and the surrounding streets were shattered.
The mysterious darkness that extended to the end of the street suddenly submerged his figure, and a fragmented memory began to wash over his mind!
At this moment, he felt that his entire body had lost weight, floating like a ghost in the endless nothingness. Unprecedented loneliness and pain tore at his consciousness... He tried to open his eyes, but failed. It's as if the ability to see has been lost.
But even so, he could still vaguely distinguish the situation around him. He could feel the endless raindrops falling from the sky and seeping into the soil full of blood. Under that soil, there were cold and dead corpses. …
Mass grave?
Did he go back to the night when his body was dumped?
He quickly guessed the time and place he was in. At this time and space, Chen Ling and Chen Yan were all buried in mass graves. His soul traveled from the past, the gray world came to merge, and a world-destroying disaster should occur. It was also at this time that the mysterious theater entered his mind...
So much has happened at this point in time, and this may be the origin of it all.
At this moment, everything in his perception was suddenly distorted. The memory fragment itself was incoherent. It was like an old TV screen that suddenly flickered and began to jump to a complete memory fragment.
The next moment, he was still in this mass grave... except that there was one more person in front of him.
people? ?
He was stunned. According to his own speculation, at this point in time, whether it was the resurrection of the dead or the coming of a world-ending disaster, there was one person who shouldn't have appeared... Who was he? What kind of talent would appear here at this critical juncture?
He couldn't see the person's appearance clearly. In his perception, the only thing clearly visible was the bright red opera robe on the other person's body.
"Have you thought about it?" the man said slowly,
"After taking on his 'role', everything about the two of you will be exchanged so far, including identities, backgrounds, and interpersonal relationships... You will completely become him, allowing him to complete his resurrection in another sense... and accordingly , you yourself will cease to exist."
"you……"
“Do you really want to become ‘Chen Ling’?”